I do not see faces, I can not hear sounds, words, noises, for days.
Ricordi.
My imagination superb digs into my body to give birth to a renaissance that would like a long, long time, perhaps forever.
From that moment, still a child, I realized that my words were lost in the wind and sand that what you wanted from me was a beautiful ornament docile and dumb to stroke and kiss you like. "What a beautiful little girl! and that good !!!".
For a long time all my work without my past I was aware. Enclose
jealously my true essence, full of fear and suspicion of indecent and fantasies.
Sometimes I still see the proud and frightened little girl inside of me, sullen and silent, ready to be what others expect. It reminds me of those puppets from horror movies that are scary and funny at the same time. Now I'm going to take
the pins and stab them in there.
Kamala
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